There is a place
where the earth bleeds
Gouged
by masticating metallic monsters.
We met inside the hollow tree.
We shared a silent repast under a harvest moon
His heavy hands cupped
my pulsing breast like mother of pearl
as noon shadowed his fingers
weaving delicate wine meanders
through my hair and throat.
Fish skeletons bleeding
on ivory plates
Lunar rays reflected in thick liquid
drip, dropped, drops
My soul’s breath taken by force
of tongue twisting whirlpool words
being sung by an unlikely trio
the moon, the mountains and you.
Chapter 1 — are you making this into a full-length work? Intersting, if ever, as very few people take on the challenge of a “novel-length” poem. 🙂
D – it already exists. Just taking the time to enter it every day and not stop or rewrite it too much out of embarrassment has been the biggest challenge! Revisiting the past in such an emotional, revealing way could be a very dangerous thing. I’m practicing looking at it from a distance and holding back judgements on quality.